Brick by Brick

We lay these bricks down, one by one,
Beneath the scorching heat of midday,
Our sweats and tears flow like rivers,
We shall labor until the job is done,

We sing to the beat of a cracking whip,
As we go about our grueling work,
We work to build up a sprawling tower,
We pray that none of us fall or slip,

Hour after hour we labor and lament,
Our choice of occupation a mistake,
Had we know of the price for success,
We would have passed up the ascent,

Day by day, we strive for the impossible,
It is a struggle we just cannot win,
They ply us with incentive, to no avail,
Brick by brick, we toil on a false fable.

BY Hegemony

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Ragnarok

We gather here and now to lay witness unto the carnage that is corruption,
The putrid and vile stench of mankind’s sins are clear for us to see,
Our minds are scorched deep with images of indulgence and deception,
And so we contrive to make a sacrifice, in that the world might hear our plea,
We take it upon ourselves to lift to the heavens with a mighty call,
To beseech the sealed ears of those scattered out far and wide,
The day has at last come to cleanse our impurity, once and for all,
A new day in which to summon those with bold hearts to our side,
Hear us now, O’ warriors! Go forth with thy swords and thy peace resolved,
To drown the whole of the world with the sweet red of crimson blood,
Fear not, O’ warriors!  For thou shall be rewarded and thy sins absolved,
As thy blades unleash the life force of the world in a mighty flood,
Hear us and take up of our offering, O’ pious wanderer…Ragnarok,
With thy flames of wrath and by whose destruction we shall be forgiven
Come forth from thy shadows and make of this world a brave epoch,
And deliver us all to the blessed path that leads unto oblivion!

BY Hegemony

Rain

I’m feeling better than before
I’m not so fearful anymore
But still the wind is strong, and wild,
And it is going through my mind..

So many tears, so many thoughts..
So many dreams and minor notes..
So many questions.. so much pain.
The wind it’s over, starts to rain.

By: AB

Polaris

He sits upon his vaulted throne,
To rule over his heavenly domain,
Upon his head, a golden crown,
His eyes sparkling with a hot flame,
His wings and hair are of soft gold,
His heart blazes with a blinding light,
And as the sun prepares to set,
He calls for the sky to shine bright,
And all heed him and come flying,
Their wings and hearts also ablaze,
He spreads his wings and flies aloft,
And they all follow, ready to obey,
He leads them in a heavenly dance,
And they twirl and whirl around him,
For he is the mighty King of Stars,
Gloried and great, regal and prim,
His name is Polaris, his rule absolute,
His voice is gentle yet like thunder,
And he and his stars always dance,
To put on a nightly display of wonder,
Until the dawn’s light begins to near,
And he returns his people to their dens,
And they rest their wings for the day,
Until the King of Stars calls them again,
For they always heed his beck and call,
To rise up and to take flight of wing,
For his authority and words are gentle,
And great is the joy that his people bring.